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Frustrations of Reality

Derek and I were antsy, and eager to exit my car. My large paws remained firmly gripped to the wheel of the technicolor vehicle, outfitted similarly to resemble a ghostly rainbow. Ear-shattering music boomed from the speakers embedded into the backseat, causing the seats, our tails and every hair of fur on our bodies to vibrate. Each living beat made me feel more excited for the weekend, especially tonight.

"Tough week for you?" I asked loudly, then mirrored his devilish smirk. "Me too!"

Speeding the car up, I hit a mailbox as fast as I found. It tumbled over the roof and disappeared behind us into the dark road.

"Five more and you get a thousand points!" Derek cackled with bared fangs. The tiger hung his head out the window and whished his bright orange fur against the wind. "Whoohoo!"

Laughing, I lowered the music enough for us to speak without disturbing the neighbors.

For me, my shift had been absolute hell. My bosses had me stay an extra hour at work to finish up some paperwork, while one of the assistant-managers openly mocked me for not wearing company-approved pants. The guy had always had it out for me since day one, but apparently some bug crawled up his leg and turned him into a complete asshole all day.

Oh well. It didn't matter, so I called up Derek and asked if he were up for 'venting'.

"I'm sweeping the aisle on my own, minding my own fucking business when suddenly BAM!" he slammed his fists together. "A senile old lady is confronting me about the store not having her right brand of curtains, saying she'll sue me!"

I steered us down another street, this one leading further into the City. Driving home from work earlier today, I'd noticed less and less people on the streets, save for a few shoppers and police drones. These days, everyone preferred living their lives in virtual reality, some of them for hobbies or to escape the frustrations of reality, with a large percentage living entirely in a world of realistic pixels and online avatars.

It isn't a strange concept. After all, they could be anything they wanted.

"What's you say to her?" I asked him between snickering laughter. "Please tell me you told her to go fuck herself."

"I almost did!" Derek groaned with flattened ears and snarling teeth, "But that ended when some spoiled brat pulled the fire alarm and got the whole place evacuated. Next thing I know, I'm spending another hour cleaning up from panicked customers." The tiger smashed his fist into the passenger door. "Goddamn it, I need to let off some fucking steam!"

Grinning, I stomped on the brakes until we came to a complete halt. An empty boulevard of storefronts lit up in front of me and Derek, the street entirely empty of pedestrians. Glass windows, mannequins to defile and so many abandoned cars to fuck up.

As if he were reading my own mind, he followed me outside to the trunk. Opening it revealed two beautiful, obsidian black bats. I got a visible boner in my jeans.

Derek picked one up and leered happily. "Let's go 'vent', buddy..."

Believe it or not, there's as much beauty in wanton destruction as there is in delicate creation. Smashing a metallic baseball bat against a trashcan gave it a new structure of dented metal, almost like crafting a sculpture in art class. Soon, I grew bored and decided to shatter a nearby antique shop's glass window. Inside, my fingers burned intensely from loose shards as I bashed and batted merchandise. My red vision never subsided as I lay waste to this business, wrecking everything in sight. Grandma's precious China now reduced to shards, rare collectible statues for sale now reduced to rubble, and pictures of dead ancestors covered in spider-webs of ultraviolence.

I slowly stumbled back outside, sweat and tearstains covered every inch of my fur, while small shards of glass scattered off my clothes. The numb pain in my muscles and fingers brutally throbbed from the strenuous workout I did. And honestly, I felt proud of myself. All that remained of the shop were what could be best described as the wrath of a tornado. But there was more to go do tonight.

Derek had broken into a clothing store opposite of me and pulled their mannequins outside, subsequently beating into a plastic pulp. The Bengal tiger wore barely a stitch of clothing, save for his signature jockstrap and t-shirt tightened underneath his muscled, orange-furred body, each hair drenched in sweat. His bulge and ass bounced with his raised and descending arms, all as Derek held a wicked grin across his muzzle. His feral growls mixed with the noises of the bat bashing into the life-sized figurine, they almost scared me.

Well, almost. If he didn't look fucking hot while doing it.

"Enjoying yourself?" I quipped amusedly, leaning over a nearby mailbox all bent to hell.

Derek stood panting over the smashed mannequins, staring off into space with the thousand-yard stare I knew would lead to one thing. As I prepared myself by lowering my pants to reveal nothing underneath, and raised my wolfish tail in puckered anticipation, I heard a sudden ringing in my ear.

"Ugh," I sighed with folded ears. "Sorry, but I gotta go. My pizza's here."

The tiger eagerly approached me. "Come back in five minutes, or I'll use your avatar as my sex toy for tonight..."

"Cum before I'm back," I chuckled at the horny kitten, lustfully tugging at his dick, "and I'll log out for the rest of the night. I mean it."

I opened my eyes and pulled off the VR headset, my pants damp from my erect cock. The sensation of my curling tail was no more, as were my canine ears, elongated nose and erect knot. I whimpered at the sudden loss, pausing the game as I sat in my real-world apartment.

Ring! Ring!

"Gah, I'm coming!"